Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

The more I get to know her, the more I can discover her girlish reserve and mature heart behind every detail. At this moment, I suddenly realize: it turns out that the person I am facing is not the little girl of the past, but the mature and beautiful princess.

If Mary was an ordinary girl, she would probably meet someone like me. If I could become a beautiful girl, then Mary would probably become a prince charming.

In the dream, Mary felt as if she was completely submerged. The originally gentle and comfortable flow of water suddenly turned into a fierce and raging stream like a mountain torrent, making her like a small boat on the sea, drifting with the wind. Finally, endless waves surged out, carrying her directly to the highest point, and then she was smashed to pieces.

Her delicate body was huddled against the musician's body, her thin white nightgown making her waist look even slimmer. The quilt that Amadeus had just covered her with had already been pulled up behind her, and she was still lying in her nightgown.

After everything was done, Amadeus lay on his back on the bed, his whole body numb from fatigue. He closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath. His heart did not feel the rare peace and satisfaction, but only complicated feelings towards this family.

He was almost unable to tell which side was reality.

"What are you thinking about?" She opened her playful eyes and looked like she had a plan in mind, not feeling that there was anything wrong with her behavior.

"Cunning, so cunning."

"Hum~"

"Forget it. I can't beat you. Let's go to sleep."

"it is good."

The next morning, when Amadeus was sitting in front of the TV, watching the news with a piece of bread in his mouth, he identified the man's mobile phone in the mosaic-filled picture on the side.

"......Feel sorry."

At this time, the doorbell rang outside the door. He answered the door and saw the person who had just appeared on TV in another image.

"What's that expression on your face? It's like you saw a ghost in broad daylight."

"You're right, Alvin, it's really weird."

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PS1: Is there really anyone who doesn’t know what Wushan means?

PS2: It’s here, late but it’s here. I’ve been addicted to various mobile game activities recently. It won’t happen anyway, so you can rest assured.

PS3: On this special day today, I guess another heavy blow is going to be struck.

Chapter 178 What does the world’s changes have to do with me?

"Are they crazy? This is Paris!"

Amid the artillery fire, Salieri gave the middle finger to the artillerymen outside the city, and in return, a black sphere came towards him, but fortunately the accuracy was poor and it hit an Air-Shell.

"Mr. Salieri, the mastermind behind this is probably in Versailles right now, watching through a telescope." Mash held up her shield and observed the trajectory of the flying shells amid the artillery fire.

"Senior, there is good news and bad news."

"Let's make it clear first!"

"The trajectory of the shell clearly avoided the Louvre!"

"What about the bad things?"

"A shell is coming our way!"

Li Xiang looked at the black marble that was getting bigger and bigger in her eyes, and a big "danger" appeared above her head. Faced with this situation, she played a 2.

"Mashu Kyrielight!"

"learn!"

The pink-haired girl raised a cross shield that didn't fit her body, jumped in front of Ritsuka and Salieri, and slammed it heavily into the ground.

"There's no need to use a Noble Phantasm in this situation!"

Then, there was a sound of "duang" and the shell was bounced back. It went back to where it came from. Maybe this was Dongfeng Express.

"Let's go, Mr. Salieri."

"Ah, oh, oh." He stood up in confusion, looking at the sky over there, his expression became meaningful.

On the outskirts of Paris, several soldiers gathered in twos and threes while the gun barrels were overheating. Although they were just executors of orders, they made all kinds of reasonable or unreasonable speculations about the intentions of their superiors. This is common all over the world.

"Tell me, what kind of order did the commander of the legion receive that required us to do this to Paris?"

"Who knows? It's just very strange. Anyway, I think it's a pity."

"You can't bear to leave your girls, right? Everyone knows you."

"Come on, who was it that forced me to go out and have fun the day before graduation? I almost missed the graduation ceremony."

The topics of discussion will eventually turn to wealth, status and women, but today is a little different.

"By the way, I heard that there is someone from Corsica in our legion?"

"Yeah, I don't know why that guy actually joined the army. Is he here to defeat us one day?"

In the shade of a tree not far away, Napoleon, wearing a hat, kept his eyes slightly closed, his chin slightly raised, and his head leaning against the tree, motionless.

"I think, why pay so much attention to this country bumpkin? We can just flatten the island easily when the time comes. It's only a matter of time anyway."

This superior tone makes one feel that he is a genuine Parisian. Haha, the world is really wonderful. His hometown is being attacked, but he is indifferent to it.

Haha, this world must be crazy.

Suddenly, a loud noise sounded nearby, and the flying mud splashed on him. Napoleon, who finally felt impatient, opened his eyes and was about to scold, but he couldn't find his target.

The soldiers who were originally sitting together and chatting disappeared in an instant, and in their place was a large pit with a radius of about one meter.

Napoleon swallowed and suddenly realized how advantageous the position he had chosen was. Whether the shell was a counterattack from the Paris defenders or flew out of nowhere, it taught him a lesson.

Boy from Corsica, welcome to the real battlefield.

Whenever a cannonball passed over the city wall and landed near the road, you could just use your ears to detect the sound of the cannonball and hide in a relatively sheltered place nearby.

Ritsuka, who had experienced large-scale legion-style combat in North America, had a deep understanding of this. Compared to that time, the situation was not that bad. After all, street fighting had not yet appeared.

Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, the road gradually became smoother and the Louvre was getting closer.

"Senior, the Louvre is 500 meters ahead!"

"Can you still contact Aoife and the others?"

"No, the display on the bracelet has not changed at all!"

"Really? Then don't worry about it." Ritsuka made the decision very happily.

"But Orphee and the others..." Mashu was very worried about this. As a good friend, she was not at ease with her indecisive personality.

"Don't worry, Mashu. We still have Aku Hinako-senpai and the others."

Although Senior Aku Hinako is sometimes a little uneasy and is terrible at giving orders, she can still be trusted, do, Ritsuka said so himself.

"We're almost there." She looked at the familiar square at the intersection and quickened her pace.

Although they had anticipated this, when the real situation appeared before them, they still subconsciously compared it with the previous situation.

The Louvre was still as peaceful as usual. The majestic palace was set against the backdrop of roaring artillery fire, exuding a solemn atmosphere. From where they stood, they could vaguely see the lights in the shadows in the dim palace.

"It's really... weird."

"Yeah, it's like nothing happened."

It is probably related to Louis XVI. After all, it is the result of the hard work of successive French kings. If it really explodes, he will be in trouble.

"Let's go in and take a look. We should," Salieri suggested. Although they looked calm, they still knew nothing about the interior of the Louvre.

Although the paint on the door is corroded due to its age, it still has a sense of vicissitudes of life. The golden door handle shines a tiny light under the sunlight, which seems to penetrate into people's hearts. Even if the cold morning dew sticks to the body, it will evaporate under the shining light. The creaking sound of the door being pushed open, although harsh, can unexpectedly calm people's hearts.

"It's no different than when we left. Let's go, Matthew, and find Miss Mary."

Ritsuka is still not used to the title of Queen, but strictly speaking, Miss Mary's way of addressing her was something she requested personally, so it's acceptable.

They followed the way they had come, went up the stairs, arrived at Mary's door, and gently plucked her heartstrings.

"Please come in."

Sitting in front of the dressing table, she turned her head to look at the door.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Mary's reaction was normal, so normal that it was unbelievable.

PS1: I’m going to review for the make-up exam. Sorry, the online make-up exam is really a great benefit.

PS2: I feel like my phone needs to be over-limited, but I guess I’m not the only one.

PS3: Although my phone is very hot, Mei is so beautiful.

Chapter 179 Are you willing to help?

An hour ago......

Upon receiving the news, the head maid put away the letter in her hand worriedly. Seeing that there was no one around, she quietly walked to the queen's bedroom and knocked on the door.

Following a "Come in" call, he turned back to confirm that no one was following him before quietly opening the door handle.

"queen."

"Did something happen? Being so cautious is not like your style." Mary sat at the small coffee table by the window, her long and slender legs crossed, her elbows resting on the chair, revealing her fair and slender hands, and her flat belly, giving people the feeling that although she has a slender figure, she is not thin.

"It's a letter from Versailles."

"let me see."

How could that locksmith actually send a letter to a prostitute like me? Mary marveled at the wonders of the world. She opened the letter out of curiosity, but ended up with nothing.

"How many people in the palace know about this now?"

"Not much, just me and you, the queen."

"I see. Then you can lead everyone to Versailles."

She was stunned; this was an option she had never thought of.

"But at Versailles—"

"Is this an order. Or does that mean my words are not orders anymore?" Mary looked displeased, and her expression suddenly became a little unnatural as the queen revealed her inner thoughts.

"Do you remember the Swiss farm in the Petit Trianon?" she said. "You haven't been there for a long time."

“I went back half a year ago.”

"But you only looked at the cottage and the mill from a distance and then came back here." The head maid still did not give up. "In my opinion, the carefree shepherdess is the best version of you."

She was right about this. Even Marie herself had to admit that when she was in Versailles, she could only find herself again when she returned to her own personal space.

But times have changed. Now she has to be here, waiting for someone to come back, just like Penelope had been waiting for Odysseus for 10 years.

But at least there is good news: there is no Circe.

For Marie, the problem now is how to get rid of the maid in front of her. She knows the character of the head maid very well. In this matter, she will definitely find a way to return to Versailles.

A twenty minutes later......

Mary stood by the window and watched the carriage going away. She could already imagine the expression on her face when she opened the carriage door in Versailles.

"I'm sorry, but I have a reason to stay."

Her hand touched the window, which had turned into dust because it had not been cleaned for a while. After today, this would become the norm.

"I am the only one left..."

But at that time they were a couple, and now she is left alone.

In the deserted Louvre, this surviving name seems lonely, helpless and out of touch.

"I'll wait here for you to come back, Amadeus."

In the suburbs of Paris, the artillery positions that had been lined up long ago did not open fire, as if they were waiting for something.

A crimson carriage drove out of the city. It was not difficult to see from the golden orioles on both sides of the carriage that this was the symbol of a family of extreme conservatives.

"Please stop and accept investigation, Miss Maid." General Lindenwan stood here personally, and only he was most qualified for this identity.

After all, the person in the carriage was the most noble woman in the country, and he could only show his respect to her.

The queen should not have come to this land, the general lamented in his heart.

"Hello, General Lindenwan, this is a letter from His Majesty the King, please take a look."

After getting off the car, the head maid first lifted her skirt towards the general in front of her, then lightly stepped back with her left foot. The curtsy was appropriate and graceful at this time.